But Nikki didn't return. Fitz and Simmons just sat there, as she slowly bled out, and time passed on. Fitz had tried to call out to Simmons a couple of times but couldn't get a response anymore. He feared for the worst. He kept moving his wrists, sometimes tugging on the restraints forcefully, and other times trying to carefully move free. He needed to get out, if only to stop the bleeding, and keep Jemma alive just a little while longer. But he was unsuccessful, and only managed to cut himself on the ties.

After what felt like forever, he could hear voices and footsteps on the floor above him. He was cautious at first, until he realised that they didn't belong to Nikki. "Down here!" he screamed out, trying to get the attention of whomever was up there. A couple of moments later, light flooded into the room, and agent May walked in, her gun raised. But then she saw Fitz and Simmons and lowered it again, quickly running over to Simmons. "Simmons. SIMMONS! Talk to me. It's me, agent May." But she didn't get a response. "COULSON!" she shouted. "They're down here! We need medical! Right now!" "Is she alive?" Fitz begged. She quickly tried to find a pulse and found that it was very weak. "Barely."

The rest went quickly. Fitz and Simmons were cut loose, and Simmons was brought to the medical bay. And then, Fitz was sitting in the Zephyr, as they flew back to the base. "How did you find us?" He asked quietly. It just didn't make sense. Apparently, they had been in an entirely different country, thousands of miles from the base. How had Nikki brought them there? "The alarm went off." Coulson answered. "We found Nikki trying to break into the safe in my office. Whatever kind of plans she had, she didn't work them out very well… We iced her, and locked her into a containment room. When she realised that we weren't going to let her go, she quickly told us where to find you, but that was all she said… Can you tell us what she wanted? Because we suddenly had to lock up a valued member of the team, found you and agent Simmons locked up in a basement, with her now being in IC, and we have no idea why." Coulson insisted. Fitz looked at Daisy and May, who were also in the room, and then back to Coulson. "It was about… our assignment from yesterday." He said carefully. Coulson reconsidered for a moment, before he asked him to continue, of the opinion that everyone should get all the facts. "Somehow, Nikki knew about the 084. I swear, we haven't talked about it to anyone, but she knew. And she knew exactly what it was too. She wanted to know where we left it, so that she could reclaim it. She came to our room, ICED us, and then we just woke up in that basement. I have no idea how she was even able to get us there."
"Okay, so, she kidnapped you. Locked you up somewhere on the other side of the world. Tortured you for information about some strange alien object. And then somehow hopped back to the base, in the middle of Coulson's' office, which was locked, mind you. My main question right now is, where the hell did she learn how to freaking teleport, because that's the only explanation I can think of." Daisy concluded.
"Exactly. Just think about the other things she might be hiding from us." Coulson said.
"She also told us that she's basically immortal, so that's new." Fitz told them.
They all looked like they had many questions, but they knew they weren't going to get any answers. Instead, Coulson asked: "What else did she say about the 084?"
"Just that it was a weapon, and that it had been in her possession before… before, apparently, we 'stole' it. Have you tried questioning her about it?"
"We did, but apart from your location, she refused to tell us anything." May answered.

Fitz entered Nikki's cell. Coulson had forbidden everyone to visit her, but he couldn't help it. He just had to know.
"What is this game you're playing?"
But Nikki didn't respond. Nor did she in any way acknowledge that he had entered the room. She just continued to meditate, clearly trying to concentrate on something.
Fitz tried again. "Jemma is dying! Does that mean nothing to you? You killed her, and yet, here you are, acting like this is all just a game to you!"
This time Nikki did react. She opened her eyes, and though it went by very fast, Fitz could just see a white glow leaving her eyes. She looked down at the ground.
"Of course I care. But in case you haven't noticed, I'm locked up in here, there's not much I can do." She had said it with a kind voice, but somehow, this only enraged him more. She had closed her eyes again and continued meditating.
"You said that you're practically immortal."
Nikki opened her eyes and stood up from the bed but didn't walk closer to him. She looked at him, curious as to where this was going. He continued. "How does that work? If you get shot or anything, does it just heal immediately?"
Nikki tilted her head slightly to the side, unsure of what to say.
"Well, not immediately... I can always choose not to… But it also depends where I get shot. A headshot might knock me out for a while, a couple of weeks, months even. Shoot me somewhere else and, yes, I will heal, but it's still going to suck."
"Good to know."
Fitz grabbed his gun from behind him and shot her 3 times in the stomach. Nikki gasped for air, and collapsed, lading on all fours, and coughing up blood.
"Hurts, doesn't it? That is what Jemma felt, you psychopath. And she won't just magically heal, she is going to die! And for what? You won't even tell us why!"
Nikki lost all strength in her arms and legs and collapsed further. She laid on the floor gasping for air and choking on her own blood. She looked up at Fitz but couldn't say anything.
"Why? Why did you turn on us? What do you want?" Fitz asked with tears in his eyes. "Who are you?"
"Please…" Nikki said with great difficulty. "It wasn't meant to be this way. You were all going to be fine. You have to believe me."
Fitz pointed the gun at her again. "Why would I believe anything you say? And why would I care about how you're feeling? You clearly didn't care about that when you shot her!"
But before he could fire the gun again, Coulson had entered the room.
"Agent Fitz, stand down!"
For a moment, it looked like he was going to protest, but then he handed the gun to Coulson and left the room, saying, "Fine, I'm done here anyway." Coulson glanced at Nikki. "Is it true what you said? About you healing?" Nikki gave a weak nod. "I'll leave you to it then." And he left her on the floor as he walked out the room.